If you look up, down, to any side, the colors yellow, green and blue are everywhere. Every four years, at this time of the year, my country, Brazil, stops.
Everybody seems to be a soccer expert, opinionated, know-it-all coaches. Fashion means wearing the colors of our Brazilian flag. There is no way out, the world cup is in the air. We breathe it, we feel it, we dress it, we live this moment as if it were the most decisive time of our lives. For sure, that it is for our Brazilian coach, Dunga, and for all our soccer players. However, the World Cup is so big for all that even the ones who don’t like soccer wouldn’t dare saying anything against it in June, every four years.
Many fans have rituals, superstitions, traditions. Some like to cheer for Brazil in a group get-together, others love to quietly watch the matches far from the crowd, attentive and focused as if their move, their words could influence the destiny of our team in the field, thousands of miles away in South Africa. My only superstition is to wear the same Brazilian t-shirt every single game. I cannot change it as Brazil progresses in its group. And I know if I change my t-shirt it might bring bad luck to my beloved team.
Here, three friends of mine talk about their rituals, expectations, favorite players:
How about you? How big is the world cup in your country? Are there any specific rituals, traditions to cheer for your national team? Are the streets decorated for the World Cup? Do you have hope to see your team as the winner of the World Cup 2010?
Can’t wait to hear from you.
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